Assuming That We Have Trained Our Imagination

The Suffering Of Genius And Its Value. The Artistic Genius Desires To Give Pleasure, But If His Mind Is On A Very High Plane He Does Not Easily Find Anyone To Share His Pleasure; He Offers Entertainment But Nobody Accepts It. That Gives Him, In Certain Circumstances, A Comically Touching Pathos; For He Has No Right To Force Pleasure On Men. He Pipes, But None Will Dance: Can That Be Tragic?

To Do Great Things Is Difficult; But To Command Great Things Is More Difficult.

He Who Despises Himself Esteems Himself As A Self-despiser.

A Great Value Of Antiquity Lies In The Fact That Its Writings Are The Only Ones That Modern Men Still Read With Exactness.

It Is Not When It Is Dangerous To Tell The Truth That Its Advocates Are Hardest To Find, But When It Is Boring.